I did it!

I´ve been away, but before I left, that is, 10 days ago, I finally did what I´ve been planning to do the whole summer: I cleaned out the litterbox! And no, you don´t want to know exactly how bad it smelled by then. But the funny thing is, it wasn´t until I tried to get all of that once white substance into a normal size plastic bag (I have no idea if it should go in a "white bag" or a "black bag" - I hate these situations when I try to be a good citizen, handling my garbage according to the rules, but then suddenly I sit there with something quite unclassifiable - I mean it WAS wet, once, but the turds were defintely dry by now... Before our neighbours moved in, I just evaded the problem emptying the contens of the litterbox behind our sauna -but I don´t think that would be considered appropriate behaviour anymore...) that I noticed the SMELL.

Anyway, I cleaned it out, put some new sand in it, and left for my trip to Borgå-Helsinki-Tallinn-Borgå-Sibbo-Borgå-Ekenäs-Orivesi and back home again. My Mohter was left in charge of the cats for that time (and yes, of course she had been mowing the lawn... I can´t stop her - she´s only 78 years old - how could I possibly be so cruel as to keep her from working ?! ). But My Mother, being of the generation that considers sleeping late in the morning a sin, and staying up late an even worse sin, had lured the cats inside at about 9 P.M. every night that I was away, so of course, they had used the litterbox - a lot! So when we finally came home (- yes, both of us - for almost 36 hours both my husband and I were in the house; it hasn´t happened too often lately. Then this morning, at 4.45 A.M. he took Nissan Pissan and went to the airport) the litterbox smelled like shit - again! The cat sand I had used was definitely of inferior quality, so I got to go and find the white stuff that lasts for months - but they don´t have it in the stores in this piece of shit town! Anyway, before my husband took off on one more trip (it´s all pleasure - he has 7 weeks of vacation!! Isn´t it just too unfair?! Me, I have this "half-vacation" going on, but since that highschool reunion went slightly out of hand (fiesta continua for 12 hours...) I didn´t manage to get all my radio programs done before we went on our 3-day "family vacation" to Hotel Viru in Tallinn, so I still have to go in today and edit some interviews... ) I made him empty the litterbox - I mean, the they are his cats too... Today, while he is happily hanging out in Stockholm with his friend, I have to go and search for high quality cat sand... As I already said, life just isn´t fair!
But at least I got my little "trip abroad"... I know, it´s not too exciting to go to Tallinn, but I just needed to go somewhere, to get away from Österbotten, and Sweden is just too boring, Spain is too hot at this time of the year, and besides it had to be an unexpensive trip, since I would like to go to Madrid or Sevilla or Berlin or Washington D.C. in the fall (or whenever) , so we decided to spend some time in Tallinn. It became a "family vacation" since my brother and his family came along, as well as my "chosen family" from Borgå. So, in the end we were 6 grown-ups (at least physically...) and 3 children - but one of the so-called grown-ups indulged in quite immature behavior during our last night in Tallinn...
Now I´m planning my next trip - should I go to Öllöla, close to the Russian border? Or maybe go once more to Estonia, but this time I´d try to avoid central Tallinn, which J., who lives in the city, calls "Disneyland" - and it´s a bit agobiante, whatever that is in English, with all those young Estonians dressed in medieval dresses, trying to make tourists of different nationalities go to expensive restaurants and eat medieval food... (Why? I mean, weren´t they eating that kind of shit only because it was the only thing their was in those days?).
But we noticed that you don´t need to go very far from "Disneyland" to see that not too much has changed in Estonia since it was part of the Soviet Union.
Anyway, now I´m off to buy cat sand.
[My husband just called from Stockholm, telling me what a nice apartment his friend has, and how nice the weather is etc etc. Do I really need to know that? As if my life didn´t suck enough allready... with the rain pouring down, and a lot of guilt-provoking heaps of paper, clothes and other stuff that I just don´t feel like doing anything about right now...]